
Summary
Welcome to the Sky-Veil!
Faith, myth, and music at the edge of the veil. A place for the wanderer to remember.
I’m Walter Emerson, and this is episode 2 of my new podcast. The Sky-Veil is the new name for what used to be the Dove and Rose. The Sky-Veil remains entirely centered on the person of Joan of Arc with her sister in heaven Thérèse of Lisieux. The new direction pivots on Joan of Arc from a devotional and philosophical expression to one of mythopoesis. My aim is to enchant you through the spellbinding heart of St. Joan of Arc, this time using the motif of “story” grounded in the colorful world of mythology, notably with the ancient Greek goddesses—Athena, Hera, and Aphrodite. This is the Dove (Joan of Arc) and the Rose (Thérèse of Lisieux) now in mythopoetic form.
I am a Latinate writer. My prose moves through words inherited from Latin and Greek—not to obscure, but to lift. I seek the style of cathedrals: vaulted, resonant, and formed for wonder.
It is a language of veils and thresholds, of presence and procession. It carries the solemn weight of metaphysical longing.
While some voices are raw, Germanic, and elemental, I speak from the Romance of the sacred, the realm where words are relics and grammar is liturgy.

First, let me explain why Athena, Hera, and Aphrodite are the focus of the mythopoesis.
Next, let me explain how to interpret my use of the three goddesses, particularly as it relates to Joan of Arc and the Catholic faith.
Thirdly, allow me to point out the key pages and posts you will need to enter the Sky-Veil and join in the epic story.
Fourth, I want to point out the key series you will find grouped under tags on the home page of the website.
Finally, let me discuss the first series you will want to read, Aphrodite’s Dance.
I hope you enjoy your time in the Sky-Veil!
While you’re here, enjoy “Aphrodite (The Whispered Flame)” from my album The Sky-Veil. Visit my music site for much more.
Lyrics composed by Walter Emerson Adams. Music and vocals by Suno. ©Walter Emerson Adams.
Through rosy dawn, fair Aphrodite called From hiding, loving whispers through the cold Appearing, grasping hearts in burning flames She smiled and handed them to me to hold Two hearts, each flame entwined and curling ‘round In softness forming signs that none can chart The flames were love and danced - the two as one Then Aphrodite pressed them to my heart They burst beneath the gaze of love divine The flaming hearts dissolved the cold and tears A single flame now brought me warmth throughout As Aphrodite, smiling, disappeared In silence I still hear her glittering voice She stokes the flame by speaking - never heard When rosy colors can be seen at dawn The flaming hearts can sense her presence stirred
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